A World Of My Own

His beautiful face
and dark black hair;
The scent of his skin
and the lusty stare;
He looks at me
and never gets enough

He moves his hand
across my brim,
with his manly power
pulls me to him;
He uses his lips
and never gets enough

When I am away
doing my things
and then when I
return to him;
He hugs me strong
and never gets enough

Too many years
of being alone
forced to make
a world of my own
that I often visit
but never get enough.